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Set Dance
03:12
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2. |
Three Reels
04:39
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3. |
Danza del Oso
03:19
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4. |
Three Jigs
04:08
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5. |
Skye Boat Song
03:43
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Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth, glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Give me again, all that was fair
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lad that's gone
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
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6. |
Devil's Pulpit
02:23
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7. |
Humours of Whiskey
03:19
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8. |
Carolan's Welcome
03:00
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My young love said to me
"My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind"
And she stepped away from me
And this she did say
"It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day"
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
Then she went her way homeward
With one star awake
As the swans in the evening
Moves over the lake
I dreamed last night
That my own love came in
She came and so sweetly
Her feet made no din
She came close beside me
And this, this she did say
"It will not be long love
Til our wedding day"
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10. |
The South Wind
03:34
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11. |
Auld Lang Syne
03:57
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my Dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’t the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
Since auld lang syne.
And we twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine:
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Since auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my Dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll be your pint‐stoop,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a right gude‐willie waught,
For auld lang syne
And there’s a hand, my trusty fier'
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a right gude‐willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my Dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my Dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
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Lowen Mexico City, Mexico
Lowen, is an Mexican celtic folk band based in México city. Their style mixes Celtic music with classical chamber music instruments.
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